The Boundless Potential


Pulling bound parchment that's falling to pieces

Off of a severely underused shelf,

Layered in the dust of ages past,

I flip open to where the binding breaks

And allow the book to guide me

To the knowledge of characters

Developed well before my time,

And I create a new history for them,

And a new future,

And between all of this

My own story unfolds,

Giving them a new middle

Riddled in troubles and experiences

Which tear them apart,

And bring them together,

Until my messy web has been sewn,

And the conclusion draws near,

And the characters are left alone to spin

Their own tales of victory and defeat

As new victims fall prey to my imagination.